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Talbot when he was detailed to search Miss Grayson's house a most commendable piece of zeal on your part and I thought it showed your great interest in the matter." "Captain Prescott," said Mrs. Markham, "I am surprised at you. You really helped in the searching of Miss Grayson's house! The idea of a soldier doing such work when he doesn't have to!"
You believe me a spy, and you think for that reason I was trying to escape from Richmond!" She stopped and looked at Prescott, and when she met his answering gaze the flush in her cheeks deepened. "Ah, I was right; you do think me a spy!" she exclaimed with passionate earnestness, "and God knows I might have been one! Some such thought was in my mind when I went to Miss Grayson's in Richmond.
The hour set aside by Mr. Heathcote had passed long since, and Harley thought that he would be out of the way. Jimmy Grayson's room was on the second floor, and Harley walked slowly up the steps, but at the head of the stairway he was met by Mr. Heathcote himself. "Good-afternoon," said Harley, cheerfully. "I hope that you had a pleasant talk with Mr. Grayson.
Grayson's house; but she had met Claudia several times. The latter, when accompanied by any of her fashionable acquaintances, always shrank from recognizing her; and finally, thinking any allusion to former years, and the asylum, a personal insult, she passed her without even a bow.
Wisely he kept silent, and Jimmy Grayson, stopping a moment at his own door, said, in the grave but otherwise expressionless tone that he had used throughout the discussion: "Good-night, Harley; I don't think we shall forget this evening, shall we?" "No," replied Harley, and he tried to decipher a meaning in Jimmy Grayson's tone, but he could not.
Grayson's knee, she exclaimed angrily: "She isn't ugly, any such thing; she is the smartest girl in the asylum, and I love her better than anybody in the world." "No, Beulah is not pretty, but she is good, and that is far better," said the matron, laying her trembling hand on Beulah's shoulder. A bitter smile curled the girl's lips, but she did not move her eyes from Lillian's face.
He rode back towards her, and then he received a blow a blow square in the face, and dealt heavily. "King" Plummer's was not a mind trained to look upon the more delicate shades of life he dealt rather with the obvious; but when he saw Harley and Sylvia he knew. Mrs. Grayson's warning, which at first he had only half accepted, had come true, and it had come quickly.
"I ain't sayin' nothin' of course, but I jest want to tell you that we ain't got no use for horse thieves here." The Easterner, who had been a listener, was shocked by the brutality of Grayson's speech; but Bridge only laughed. "If you must know," he said, "I never bought that horse, an' the man he belonged to didn't give him to me. I just took him." "You got your nerve," growled Grayson.
The rarest thing in Jimmy Grayson's life now was privacy, and he longed for it as a parched throat longs for water; it was only at such times as this, with a late hour and a favoring night, that he could secure it. Nearly all Egmont was in bed, and they turned from the chief street into the residence quarter, where a few lights twinkled amid the lawns and gardens.
Two eagles shot across the mouth of the Gap as we neared it, and high beyond buzzards were sailing over Grayson's rhododendron. I went up the ravine with him and I climbed up behind him Grayson going very deliberately and whistling softly. He called down to me when he reached the shelf that looked half-way. "You mustn't come any farther than this," he said.
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